knock you down a peg

[hasit]

[After the dust settles, after her own business is resolved, Leia finally gets to come and visit Gravity Falls. It's a quaint place, and different from how she'd imagined it, but she's surprised, come evening time, how much it reminds her of Endor. Tall trees framing the night sky, the late summer moon hung low in the sky. Mabel and Dipper left not two days ago, and the house is alarmingly quiet in their absence. But after everything, Leia's not complaining about silence. About being alone in a house with Stan, the crickets and frogs singing through the open windows.

She stretches out next to Stan in bed, the lamp next to them turned down low. One hand smooths through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead, and she kisses him on the nose.]

You know, I've been thinking.

[It's not hard, judging by the tone of her voice, exactly what topic she's been thinking about.]

Comments

[hasit]

[Oh, look at him, covering his face like an embarrassed teenager. She reaches up and gently pries his hands away so she can look him in the eye, whispers:]

Say please.

[stanbyme]

[He doubts she knows how much power she really has over him, how few people can bend him at a touch like she can. But when her hands cover his, he lets her pull them from his face without a fuss. His eyes can't help but meet hers, and her whisper sends a shiver down his spine.]

Make me.

[hasit]

[She could easily just give him what he wants, end his suffering (however brief it's been). But that would be far too easy, that would negate that she's trying to make a point. So instead, she pulls her hips back, far enough that the pressure at his entrance eases up and then disappears completely.]

I can wait. We have all night.

[stanbyme]

[He reaches up over his head, crossing his hands at the wrist.]

You don't do something with it, it's gonna go away. This circus tent don't stay up all night without some kind of attraction.

[being old means making bad jokes about what's not technically ED because he's been able to get it up just fine when needed, knock on wood.

Hehe. Wood.]

[hasit]

That's fine.

[It's not fine. She won't be having any of that. But she can't let that show. She smiles down at him, and reaches down to slip her index finger back into him, just up to the first knuckle.]

But I don't think you'll be happy leaving it at that.

[stanbyme]

[He's baiting a bear and he knows it. But when has he ever acted with self preservation ever, in his life.

He swallows hard when she slips her index finger back into him, enough to remind him she's there but not enough for him to get anything out of it.]

This was your idea, sweetheart.

[hasit]

You'll forgive me if I've grown used to getting what I want.

[She twinkles down at him, sliding that finger just a little deeper before she takes it away again.]

When you're a princess, people tend to tell you what you want to hear.

[stanbyme]

[He sucks in a breath when her finger slides deeper, tensing and then relaxing again when she takes it away.]

That- that so? I've never had the pleasure.

[hasit]

Of being a princess?

[She tilts her head, rakes her eyes over him admiringly.]

It's not all it's cracked up to be. I'd rather be a general any day. [Leia's hand runs up and down the inside of Stan's thigh.] Though it didn't exactly do wonders for my patience.

[stanbyme]

[He practically purrs at the admiring weight of her gaze, sucking in a breath to puff out his chest and preen for her like a very large, very hairy bird.]

Yeah? And what happens when you get impatient, sweetcheeks?

[hasit]

[God, he's adorable. She loves this man so, so much.]

Once upon a time, there might be yelling, or I might find myself with a blaster in hand. Now, though...

[She heaves a small sigh.]

I'm more liable to manhandle you a little.

[stanbyme]

[He doesn't need to say anything. The creeping grin and slow, sly eyebrow raise really say it all.

...But he's gonna say something because it's Stan.]

Yeah? Gonna manhandle me onto that pretty cock of yours?

[hasit]

You'd like that.

[A little thrill goes through her, hearing him talk like that. Time to switch strategies. She re-aligns herself, lines herself up, and starts to tease him with the head of her cock again.]

But first you have to say the magic word. Just one little word, Stanley.

[stanbyme]

[His breath hitches when her cock presses against his hole again.

But he's more stubborn than that.]

"Gimmee." [He holds up two fingers.] Two e's.

[hasit]

[She's visibly holding back laughter.]

Not quite, honey. You're so close, and then you can have all of me.

[stanbyme]

[No! Now he has a new trail to go haring down. He's off to get her to giggle.]

One e.

[hasit]

[She presses her lips together but there’s definitely a smile there.]

No, it’s definitely six letters.

[stanbyme]

“Fuckme.” All one word.

[hasit]

[That does it; she can't control the giggle that bubbles up from her throat; her laugh has the unintended effect of her hips jerking forward just a tiny bit.]

I admire your creativity, but not quite.

[stanbyme]

[His own chuckle is cut off by a gasp when her hips push forward and her cock slips up and nudges him in the taint.]

Mm, honey...

[hasit]

[She trails her fingers over his thighs, still chuckling herself, savoring his voice, the look on his face.]

That's right, baby. Just tell me what I want to hear and it's all yours.

[stanbyme]

[One of his hands comes down from its self-imposed exile to cover her hand on his thigh, gripping her fingers.

It’s so much harder for him to say than a normal please, which he’s not well-versed in anyway. Even more than just because of the promise of sex, he wants to make her happy. But even with all her teasing, he can’t beg for this specific thing. Beg for the honor of eating her out, making her come, sure, but this, which never occurred to him before today as being something that could feel good?

He looks up at her, squeezes her hand.]

[hasit]

[She watches him, eyes flickering over his face, watching his expression change, and when he feels that squeeze of his hand, she thinks that she might understand. It's not a failure, not exactly. It's a step in the right direction. Perhaps she's expecting far too much out of him on the first try.

Leia smiles at him, and then pulls his hand up to her mouth so she can brush a gentle kiss across each of his knuckles. He might not have said it outright, but she can read between the lines.

Releasing his hand, Leia leans down again, laying herself across his broad chest, her left hand snaking down underneath his shoulder while her right guides her cock slowly into him.]

[stanbyme]

[He lets out a sigh when her smile softens and she presses a kiss to his knuckles, his own expression softening into an affectionate smile. And then she lays down, stretching out on top of him again, and he arches into her, relishing the closeness and making it easier for her hand to sneak down under his shoulder.

He tenses up against her cock at first, but he lets down his defenses and lets it sink into him, making a quiet, punched-out noise as he's filled with it.]

Feels- feels a hell of a lot bigger than it looked.

[hasit]

[She's slow, careful, because even with the prep work she did, this is still quite a stretch. She doesn't even realize she's holding her breath, watching his every movement, listening closely for signs that it's too much, until she releases it in a little huff, nodding.]

It usually does.

[Her hand slides from down between his thighs, up toward his cock, which she lets her thumb drag over gently. Giving him a little more stimulation to focus on while she gets the hardest part over with as she lets herself sink deeper.]